As a member of the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's royal family, Yang Qian was no doubt the number two person in the Tai Ah Divine City in this alliance tournament. Yang Qian was always arrogant, but against the people from the Yun Long Divine Kingdom, Yang Qian put away his arrogance and focused 120%.
Before the battle, he had gathered information on the Yun Long Divine Kingdom geniuses.
However, the alliance tournament had happened too suddenly. The Yun Long 72 Pagodas was very far from the Tai Ah Divine City, so Yang Qian could not use the royal family's power to investigate the Yun Long 72 Pagodas in such a short period of time. All he could gather was some conventional information.
In this conventional intelligence, the information on the Yun Long 72 Pagodas geniuses was extremely limited. Yang Qian only knew their weapons and common moves. As for their trump cards and killer moves, Yang Qian did not know much about them.
For example, Jun Yue from before had very little information. It was the same for the fatty in front of him.
Yang Qian only knew that the fatty came from a Divine wilderness mystic race. Anything that involved a Divine wilderness mystic race was very troublesome. They had unknown bloodline heritage and their race's mystic techniques.
For example, Kui Yu, who controlled the puppet, was also from a Divine wilderness mystic race. But without a doubt, the fatty in front of him was much stronger than Kui Yu.
Although Yang Qian did not lose in this battle, he knew that the battle would be extremely difficult.
"The match begins!"
With the referee's order, Yang Qian's body began to glow. A fierce tiger appeared behind Yang Qian. This was Yang Qian's Aspect Totem.
"Roar!"
With a roar from the tiger, Yang Qian's body charged forward. As he charged, his body began to burn with flames.
These were pure Yang flames.
As a proud son of heaven in the Tai Ah Divine City, and a member of the royal family, Yang Qian's core cultivation technique was the 'Tai Ah Sacred Technique'.
Compared to Yi Yun's' Tai Ah Sacred Technique ', Yang Qian's' Tai Ah Sacred Technique 'was unable to produce the Tang Valley Radiant Sun's phantom image. But with his cultivation level in the mid-stages of the Yuan foundation realm, the pure Yang flames burning on Yang Qian's body were even more intense!
"Phew!"
With a slash, the pure Yang flames spewed out. At the same time, the tiger behind Yang Qian pounced at the fatty.
The tiger roared and slashed down with its claws. The fatty grinned and stretched out his right hand. He used his arm to block the tiger's claw!
Courting death! Yang Qian's face revealed a trace of killing intent. Using his arm to block the totemic tiger's sharp claws, did this fatty not want his arm anymore?
Peng!
The violent collision caused the yellow-clothed fatty's body to tremble. He suddenly took half a step back, leaving a deep footprint on the purple tungsten floor.
The shirt on his arm was torn, but his arm was fine.
The corner of the fatty's mouth curled into a sinister smile. He had actually used his arm to block the totem tiger's attack!
"What!?"
Yang Qian was greatly shocked. How was this possible? The totem tiger behind him was a mutated golden-eyed tiger. This desolate beast was extremely strong. It could shatter a small mountain with a swipe of its claws. It had the power to shatter mountains!
The Aspect Totem behind him was slightly weaker than the real mutated Golden-eyed Tiger, but the power of its claw was not something that a Yuan foundation realm warrior could withstand with his physical strength.
Yang Qian believed that even Qin Haotian should not have such terrifying physical strength!
Could this be the mystic technique of the Divine Wilderness mystic race that Fatty belonged to?
Yang Qian's heart trembled, but he did not hold back in his attack. He raised his sword and slashed. Pure Yang flames gushed out and poured down on Fatty.
"Peng!"
Fatty used his large palms to clamp Yang Qian's sword!
"Phew!"
Yang Qian pushed the 'Tai Ah Sacred Technique' to its limits. The pure Yang flames poured down. Although Fatty had blocked Yang Qian's sword, he could not block the burning pure Yang flames.
The flames enveloped his entire body. Fatty's entire body was bathed in flames, even his hair was burning.
But Fatty, who was in the flames, began to laugh wantonly.
"This is your power. It feels like a fire in winter. It's quite warm. Hahaha!"
Fatty's laughter reverberated in the arena. When it entered Yang Qian's ears, it was like a curse. "How is this possible? He doesn't feel a thing from the pure Yang flames burning his body? "
What sort of Divine Wilderness mystic technique was this? He could catch the mutated Golden-eyed Tiger's claws with his bare hands, and laugh wantonly despite being burned by the flames?
Yang Qian was really afraid. He felt that his opponent's strength had completely exceeded his imagination.
And he did not even know what his opponent was relying on. Reason told him that it was impossible for a person to have such a powerful body, but the truth was right in front of him.
Without understanding the mystic technique the fatty was relying on, Yang Qian knew that he was bound to lose. His strongest attack was unable to injure the fatty, and his opponent had not even taken out a weapon!
Yang Qian panicked. He used strength in both hands and twisted his sword, pulling it out of the fatty's hand.
As for the fatty, it seemed like he was invulnerable. Even so, not a single drop of blood flowed out of his palm.
"'Tai Ah Sacred Technique' – Radiant Sun Sword!"
Yang Qian's sword swept up the flames and set off a golden Radiant Sun vortex. The sword blade stabbed straight at the fatty's heart!
But the fatty only grinned. He did not dodge, and instead, he sent a palm strike at Yang Qian!
"Cha!"
The sword blade stabbed into the fatty's body, and at the same time, the fatty's palm struck Yang Qian's chest.
"Puah!"
Yang Qian's chest shook violently as his body flew backwards. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.
And the fatty's body was also pierced by the sword blade, but he did not seem to be affected. Instead, he grinned as the blood in his mouth glistened.
The sword had pierced through his body, but the fatty was still laughing. The scene was extremely strange. His body swayed, and with one hand grabbing the sword blade, he slowly pulled out the burning hot sword.
"Good sword, unfortunately … it's useless against me!"
The fatty wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It was as if Yang Qian's sword had not stabbed his body.
Seeing this scene, the usually arrogant Yang Qian was on the verge of breaking down.
How could there be such an opponent? Did he have an undying body?
Could the Divine wilderness mystic technique be an undying body? How could an opponent with an undying body be defeated?
Yang Qian had never felt so powerless before.
…
"What's going on? Didn't the match already begin? What are they doing? "
In the arena, people were looking at the "battle situation" on the Divine Wilderness Stage. They were all confused.
Ever since the referee announced the start of the match, Yang Qian and the fatty had been standing 30 feet apart, motionless.
The only change was that there was an additional mystic rune between the fatty's eyebrows. This mystic rune was sparkling, and it exuded an ancient and mysterious aura.
"Why are they just standing there? Why aren't they fighting?"
A Tai Ah Divine City warrior asked. They were looking forward to watching an intense battle, but the actual situation left them scratching their heads.
However, in the seats where the Tai Ah Divine City instructors and deacons sat, many of the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's human lords had serious expressions.
"The battle has already begun …" A Tai Ah Divine City instructor said with a worried voice, "That fatty is using an illusion technique. The situation is not good. Yang Qian has already fallen into an illusion."
"Illusion technique?"
Many of the Tai Ah Divine City warriors were stunned hearing this. Using an illusion technique to attack?
There was such a move?
Someone suddenly thought of something and looked at the mark between the fatty's eyebrows. Was that shimmering ancient mystic rune the source of the illusion technique?
Looking back at Yang Qian, he was sweating profusely. The hand that was holding the sword was trembling slightly. It was as if his mental state was extremely unstable!
"Oh no!"
Although they did not know the exact situation of the illusion technique battle, just from Yang Qian's appearance, they knew that Yang Qian could not hold on any longer.
In the illusion technique world, the fatty was the absolute ruler. Once the opponent fell into an illusion technique, they would be at his mercy.
Whatever the fatty thought of in his mental world would happen in the illusion technique world. As such, the fatty was in an invincible position in the illusion technique world!
"The Qianshui family clan is indeed peerless in illusion techniques." In the Elder stands, a white-robed Elder with a sage-like demeanor stroked his beard and laughed happily.
"Of course. Unfortunately, the Qianshui family clan's network is thin. In this generation, there are not many people left. Some mystic tribes in the Divine wilderness seem to have difficulty reproducing due to their inherited bloodline."
Another white-robed Elder followed up. These two white-robed Elders were the two people who had previously bickered with Cang Yan for belittling Yi Yun.
As they spoke, the two of them smiled at Cang Yan. Cang Yan had just given Yi Yun a token, allowing him to go to the sword tomb. Not long after he returned, he had been targeted by the two white-robed old men.
The two white-robed old men deliberately reminded Cang Yan, "The greatest advantage of an illusion technique attack is that it ignores the opponent's movement techniques, moves, cultivation techniques, concepts and laws. As long as the opponent's mental energy and Yuan Qi are not strong enough, then once they fall into an illusion, no matter what move they use, it will be meaningless."
Cang Yan understood what the two of them meant. They were hinting that Yi Yun's cultivation level was limited, and that it would be difficult for him to remain conscious in the illusion technique world.
Cang Yan snorted coldly and could not be bothered to reply. He grabbed a handful of Spirit Sunflower Seeds and as he ate them, he was also slightly worried. If Yao Dao could not defeat the fatty, then who knew what the outcome would be if Yi Yun were to fight the fatty in the next two days?
As Cang Yan was thinking, at this moment, on the Divine Wilderness Stage, Yang Qian's body suddenly trembled. His nostrils and ears were bleeding. His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. It was as if his fighting spirit had been destroyed in the illusion world!
The fatty grinned and leaped up. He was like an angry bear as he charged in front of Yang Qian. With a solid punch, he landed on Yang Qian's chest!
"Peng!"
With an explosion, Yang Qian's sternum shattered. His body flew backwards and slammed heavily into the purple tungsten wall. He immediately fainted.
Yang Qian could not withstand the double attack from his soul and body.
"Haha!" The fatty laughed loudly, "How easy!"
Relying on illusions to fight, the yellow-clothed fatty had only used one move from the beginning to the end, apart from the Illusion World's moves.
Immediately, the Yun Long Divine Kingdom warriors in the audience stands erupted into a tidal wave of cheers.
The fatty closed his eyes and stretched out his arms, enjoying the cheers and shouts. This was his stage and this was his glory.
The fatty was intoxicated by the feeling of everyone cheering for him!
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